Scribbles on my PHYSICS worksheet and at the same time plays with CHALK.

MR. TEACHER walk past and stares at me.

"Oops," but I ignore MR TEACHER and continue playing with chalk.

I stare at my CHALKY and DUSTY pinafore.

MR. TEACHER walks past me yet again.

MR. TEACHER spots a photo sticking out from the pages of my diary.

MR. TEACHER talks to me, "is this a photo of you?"

I look up at MR. TEACHER, smack the table and says, "ya."

"Can I see?"

Nods.

MR. TEACHER reaches out for the photo.

MR. TEACHER says, "Oh, you and your father?"

I keep silent and stop playing with chalk.

I do my PHYSICS corrections.

MR. TEACHER speaks again, "your father looks like Geraint Wong."